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Title: Unexpected
Summary: AU. Set after Prom Queen, disregards Funeral and New York. Nobody thought the jocks were willing to take things farther than a rigged vote. Slash. Klaine. Eventual Kurtofsky friendship.
Genre: Drama/Romance
Rating: T - see Warning below.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Karofsky friendship
Spoilers: 2x20: Prom Queen
WARNING: There will be bullying in later chapters - I will post the warnings in the chapters they occur. It will not be graphic, and I assure you all that I will try my hardest to keep it from being extreme.
I will post a warning in any chapter that the above occurs in.
I just wanted you all to know that.
Chapter 1:
"Hey Puck, have you seen Blaine?"
The mohawked teen looked over at Kurt, eyebrows raised.
"He's not with you? You two've been attached at the hip all night."
Kurt frowned.
"He went to get his car, said he wouldn't be long. That was almost twenty minutes ago."
Puck swore under his breath.
"What?" said Sam as he wondered by with Mercedes and Rachel.
"Get Mike, and meet me in the parking lot. Blaine went to get his car so he and Kurt could leave. Twenty minutes ago."
"Puck, what's wrong?" demanded Kurt. "Why do you look so -" he went white as a sheet. "The jocks - they left about five minutes before he did. Oh no. Oh no."
The stupid plastic crown he'd won earlier (because of an awful joke his classmates had decided to play) clattered to the ground.
"Hey. It's gonna be okay," Mercedes tried to grab her best friend's hand, but Kurt was already taking off at a run - Puck, Sam and Mike on his heels.
"Kurt wait!" yelled Puck.
Kurt wasn't listening.
Please let him be alright, please let him be okay. I love him so much...even if I don't have the guts to say it to his face yet...
He exhaled when he reached the parking lot, and slowly made his way over to Blaine's car.
A strangled noise left his throat as he took in the sight of the cracked window on the driver's side, and the slight dent near the door handle.
His boyfriend's car keys lay on the ground near the front wheel. He scooped them up and stowed them in the pocket of his suit jacket.
Noise caught his attention. It was coming from the area near the soccer field.
Laughter...and jeering?
Oh hell. Kurt fought to keep his panic from escalating. If anything hapened to Blaine...especially after that Sadie Hawkins incident he'd had to endure...
He sucked in another breath and headed in that direction.
Puck lost sight of the counter-tenor the moment Kurt flew out the doors leading to the school parking lot.
"Damn it," he gasped, coming to a stop on the sidewalk. "Where'd he go?"
Sam bit his lip. Suddenly they heard noises: screaming. laughter.
"It's coming from the soccer field." he said.
"Let's go." said Puck.
And then they were off.
Dave Karofsky sat inside his car, staring at the plastic crown in his hands. Trust McKinley to screw things up...
He'd known Kurt coming back would signal to the the school that they could pick up bullying him again, and sure he knew the jocks weren't going to hold back, but he'd never expected the entire school to do something like this.
It had been as humiliating for him as he was sure it had been for Kurt - if not worse.
What he didn't understand, was why?
He remembered the conversation he'd had with Kurt just a few days previous:
"Have you noticed that no one has said 'boo' to me this week?"
"The Bully Whips are protecting you."
"Maybe...but maybe no one has been harassing me this week because nobody cares."
"You're dreaming."
"Look I'm not saying that everyone in this school is ready to 'embrace the gay', but maybe at least they've evolved to be indifferent."
God how he wished that were true now...and then he and Kurt wouldn't have had to live with the humiliation of the rigged vote.
"I see how miserable you are, Dave. I could just hate you for what you did to me...but now all I see is your pain...and you don't have to torture yourself with all of this."
He hadn't known what to say to that - he'd seen what Kurt had gone through on a daily basis - hell, he'd caused much of it to happen - and he sure as hell didn't want the same things to happen to him.
"Look, I'm not saying you should come out tomorrow or anything...but maybe soon, the moment will arise when you can. What's wrong?"
"I - I'm so freaking sorry, Kurt - just so sorry for what I did to you."
He was, he truly was - he'd made a mess of things, first with the kiss, and then threatening Kurt's life - and then he'd left, and now months later he returned, but nothing had changed.
"I know."
And amazingly, Kurt had forgiven him. Karofsky didn't know why or how, not after what he'd been through, but he could see that Kurt had changed - he was no longer the same boy who he'd shoved into lockers on a daily basis, or thrown slushies at, or thrown in dumpsters...or kissed.
Well maybe he was still the same guy, but something had changed...
That guy. The hobbit who'd been with Kurt the night of that stupid benefit...whom he distinctly remembered shoving into a fence months ago.
The two weren't just friends now, were they? No...no way. he'd seen how close they were at Prom. He'd watched that guy run after Kurt when Figgins read his name to the entire gym.
Multiple voices shouting at each other snapped him out of his thoughts.
Through his windshield, he saw three of his teammates rush by - Puckerman, Evans, and Chang.
What the hell -?
He opened the door and got out.
"Puck!" he called. "What's - What's going on?"
Puck's eyes narrowed.
Oh God, he doesn't trust me. I don't blame him, but what -
"If anything happens to Kurt or Blaine, it's on your head, Karofsky," the other jock snarled.
"What the hell've you been smoking, man? I've been in my car for the last twenty minutes. Spill!"
"Damn it -" moaned Evans, and his eyes narrowed, fists curling in anger and impatience.
"Just tell me!"
"You hear that?" seethed Puck, and Karofsky went still, the screams and laughter reaching his ears. "If anything happens to either of them -"
Oh shit.
He felt ill all of a sudden, a horrible detail about his conversation with Kurt surfacing in his mind:
Azimio had been watching.
"Damn it." breathed Karofsky.
Chang and Puck glared at him.
"What?" demanded Chang.
But he was already gone, heart pounding erratically in his chest as he pelted toward the field.
So I'm curious, what did you all think? Shall I continue?
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